(1) As I approached my parked car the other day there was a younger man getting out of a car near mine and we made brief eye contact because human beings do that sort of thing and I smiled and he smiled back and that was that – except that in this heightened time of ongoing turmoil in the world I took a moment to reflect on that brief exchange.
I’m black and he was not. If he or I were in a different frame of mind than just being basic decent people that could have been an entirely different exchange. If he or I were buying into the hate and fear spewed so freely from wannabe leaders in our society unnecessary ugliness could have ensued. It didn’t and that made me smile. It made me feel hopeful. It was a small moment but significant to me.
(Note: I was also looking a hot mess that day so trust that it wasn’t my looks that made him smile back. No seriously a HAWT mess! Whew!! 😉 )
(2) It was raining in LA yesterday – I know right??!! Yeah yeah we need it but still it’s a pain and no one is EVER prepared for it. I finally got my girl scout on and started keeping an umbrella in the car. This may seem like a no brainer for people who live elsewhere (or people who are just legit adults) but living in SoCal for too long can throw off the wiring of your brain (tis true!) ANYway, I and my super cute turquoise umbrella mad dashed it to the door of the nail salon (rain be damned, I had to get my nails did!) and there was a woman standing in the doorway with hair freshly blown, nails looking purt and no umbrella. Dilemma.
She was good-naturedly trying to psyche herself up about racing to her car but (a) it wasn’t quite Noah’s Ark rain but it was bad and (b) her car was not close. I know this because I asked. Then I offered her my umbrella as long as she promised to bring it back of course (I’m nice but I had to get back to my car too!) She looked stunned and said no she couldn’t. I assured her it was fine. She still looked a little incredulous but was weakening. I insisted. Her: “Really?” Me: *laughing, “Yes but you GOTTA bring it back.” Finally she said okay and thanked me a thousand times.
Again, I’m black and she was not. We’re human beings. I was able to be helpful and so I was. That’s all. Sometimes it really can be just that simple.
Look, sometimes I’m petty and can be a little bit of ahole (ahem) but overall my mom raised a good human being. Not perfect but definitely decent so in whatever ways small or big that I can counteract the wackness in the world I like to do it. Hope you are so inclined to do the same. 🙂